Picking Up Roots

Tears of the Sky

thunder ruptures the night,
the air quivers
with unseasonable warmth
awaiting the sky's tears;

a brilliant flash
of white light,
another crescendo
from the drums,
the sky's pain
unleashed into the darkness

Mindful

mind full
of countless dreams
pressed to recesses
by the weight
of our cares and worries,

the products of
perceptions,
our own
and others,

we lose our grip,
we cannot see
to the roots
of these burdens;

can we quiet the noise,
can we see with clearer eyes,
can we be more
mindful

Natural Beauty

the moon
backlights a cloud
providing a bright halo
as it descends
to the west;

in the east
a tangerine aura
begins its rise
to claim the sky;

the creek trickles
a simple song
as autumn leaves
dance to the earth
on a gentle breeze;

we search
far and wide
for a beauty
that will provide peace
to our restless souls;

it surrounds